Matcor Art - Heraclus vs Katana

They had all been defeated and eliminated but the final battle was missing. The queen, Katana, was definitely not like all the others. To become queen she had killed many enemies. She had proven her worth. She had earned her place.

He cannot kill the queen treacherously, in an ambush or in a simple battle. Among brave warriors there are codes to respect. His reputation is at stake. At the same time she cannot avoid the battle. She can kill or be killed, but there are no other options. Running away is not an option.

In truth, Katana has no intention of running away convinced that she can kill her opponent without any problem. They meet at the Black Grape Well, and the duel will take place there. Two go, only one returns.

The clash begins, it is a clash of technique, of attitude. He is brute force, without brains...she is agile, fast and very intelligent.
But that's not enough... already after the first blows Katana is in difficulty and in a few minutes she is already on the ground.

He could hit her but he doesn't...for a few moments he is blinded by the sweetness of her gaze. From her femininity. But it's too much. She senses her confusion and quickly rolls on the ground and walks away. Then she quickly trips him and gets up again.

She is now once again standing in front of her opponent, but did not have her sword moved away from Heraclus while she was on the ground.
She decides to play for the speed joker. To use the knife and with a sudden leap hit her opponent, taking advantage of his slowness. She is sure she cannot fail.

She takes the knife from behind her back and in a second jumps on him. However, Heraclus had understood his strategy and in an instant he moves away and grabs her hand. Now he has her in his grasp, he turns behind her and points the knife at her chest level. Now Katana is in trouble. Only if she can resist the strength of Heraclus can she save her life. But it's an impossible challenge and within seconds the knife is in her flesh.

In a resigned scream of pain Katana understands that her fate is sealed. She holds her hands on the knife, staggering in a daze from her pain. Heraclus has her in his grasp. He walks away and takes her sword, determined to kill her with his own weapon.

And in a second he plunges it into her stomach. With one hand on her chest and the other on her stomach Katana kneels, hoping that her death will take her quickly, she looks at him defiantly and then finally collapses. She killed by an unbeatable opponent.